'Twas the night before None Denominational Holiday Time, when throughout GC space,
not a being was joyous, not in one single place.
The soldiers would poke out their heads if they dare,
in fear that General Greivous soon would be there.
The Mon Cals wer huddled on their ocean beds,
while visions of Deathgliders danced in their heads.
While Ruuvan in his flagship, and Isip in his capital,
had just been besieged by Black Dragons fanatical .
When in Mon Cal's orbit there arose such a clatter,
They engaged their sensors to see what was the matter.
Away past the enemy troops they'd amassed,
Through flickering shield, and warship mish-mashed.
The moon orbiting with great weapons in tow
darkened the sky at the command of their foe,
when, what to their wondering photoreceptors should appear,
but an Azguardian warship and eight brave escorteers.
With a giant commander - Azguardian, egad!
They knew in a moment it must be Regrad
More rapid than A-wings, his warships they came,
and he bellowed and hooted and called them by name:
"Now Dondana! Now Logan!
Now, Shipwright and Lucerne!
On, Ion! On, Panacka!
On, Marth Meer and Vespian!
To the edge of the system!
To the enemy shield wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
And with them they brought, in case they should die,
Their Minister of Ethics, that Viryn Quell guy.
Under his watchful eye, into orbit they flew,
with their ships full of troops, and Viryn Quell too.
And then, on their comm-box, as if to give proof,
That wiley old Minister, he spoketh the truth.
"As fast as we could, we came with a bound,
For we're in the right to defeat you, I've found."
He was next to Regrad, who stood two-and-ten foot,
and his clothes were replaced with armour head to boot.
An army of troops stood prepared at his back,
But 'twas Viryn's words that made foe's courage lack.
His eyes--how they smouldered! His stance was so wary!
His teeth were fast grinding, his hair had grown hairy!
"Your reasons for warfare are weak and shallow,
and your tactics are shameful, the record shall show.
The life of this world you squeeze out with your teeth,
and the Phage has encircled our lands like a wreath.
If your foolish general hadn't stabbed at our belly,
Then we wouldn't be forced to beat you to jelly!"
"I'm oft stubborn, a grump - it's bad for my health,
but this time I'm hopeful, in spite of myself.
'Cause for once our enemy's so touched in the head,
I have to admit that you're better off dead."
They spoke no more words, but went straight to their work,
and filled the invaders with holes, before they could say "Feurck!".
Then, pausing to strike a dramatic pose,
Regrad himself did his great foe oppose.
They sprang into action, the defenders did cry,
Overjoyed as they were that they would not die.
But Viryn was heard to exclaim, by the end of the night;
"Merry None-Denominational Holiday Time to all, who fight the good fight!"
not a being was joyous, not in one single place.
The soldiers would poke out their heads if they dare,
in fear that General Greivous soon would be there.
The Mon Cals wer huddled on their ocean beds,
while visions of Deathgliders danced in their heads.
While Ruuvan in his flagship, and Isip in his capital,
had just been besieged by Black Dragons fanatical .
When in Mon Cal's orbit there arose such a clatter,
They engaged their sensors to see what was the matter.
Away past the enemy troops they'd amassed,
Through flickering shield, and warship mish-mashed.
The moon orbiting with great weapons in tow
darkened the sky at the command of their foe,
when, what to their wondering photoreceptors should appear,
but an Azguardian warship and eight brave escorteers.
With a giant commander - Azguardian, egad!
They knew in a moment it must be Regrad
More rapid than A-wings, his warships they came,
and he bellowed and hooted and called them by name:
"Now Dondana! Now Logan!
Now, Shipwright and Lucerne!
On, Ion! On, Panacka!
On, Marth Meer and Vespian!
To the edge of the system!
To the enemy shield wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
And with them they brought, in case they should die,
Their Minister of Ethics, that Viryn Quell guy.
Under his watchful eye, into orbit they flew,
with their ships full of troops, and Viryn Quell too.
And then, on their comm-box, as if to give proof,
That wiley old Minister, he spoketh the truth.
"As fast as we could, we came with a bound,
For we're in the right to defeat you, I've found."
He was next to Regrad, who stood two-and-ten foot,
and his clothes were replaced with armour head to boot.
An army of troops stood prepared at his back,
But 'twas Viryn's words that made foe's courage lack.
His eyes--how they smouldered! His stance was so wary!
His teeth were fast grinding, his hair had grown hairy!
"Your reasons for warfare are weak and shallow,
and your tactics are shameful, the record shall show.
The life of this world you squeeze out with your teeth,
and the Phage has encircled our lands like a wreath.
If your foolish general hadn't stabbed at our belly,
Then we wouldn't be forced to beat you to jelly!"
"I'm oft stubborn, a grump - it's bad for my health,
but this time I'm hopeful, in spite of myself.
'Cause for once our enemy's so touched in the head,
I have to admit that you're better off dead."
They spoke no more words, but went straight to their work,
and filled the invaders with holes, before they could say "Feurck!".
Then, pausing to strike a dramatic pose,
Regrad himself did his great foe oppose.
They sprang into action, the defenders did cry,
Overjoyed as they were that they would not die.
But Viryn was heard to exclaim, by the end of the night;
"Merry None-Denominational Holiday Time to all, who fight the good fight!"